Chapter 369: Her and Jincheng's Painting

Xu Wan thought about Luo Jingfeng's increasingly terrible reputation, and thought it was possible that he could do such a thing, but Zong Zhao said, "He would not kill innocent people."

"Huh?" Not to mention the teenagers, even the personal trainers and Baili Xi looked over, as if they wanted to hear gossip.

By now, everyone in the civil and military officials knew that Zong Zhao and Luo Jingfeng had a close relationship. Some people speculated that Zong Zhao succumbed to the power of the Luo family and stood on the Luo family's side, while others speculated that Zong Zhao was a tool used by the emperor to overthrow Luo Jingfeng. However, no one thought that they were friends.

And now, Zong Zhao seemed to be explaining for Luo Jingfeng. Could it be that Luo Jingfeng was actually not as scary as the rumors said?

But obviously, Zong Zhao did not start his speech.

Because of his special relationship with Luo Jingfeng, Zong Jincheng did not want to ask further questions in this situation. Without the leadership of the little devil, no one dared to ask Zong Zhao such questions, and their curious gazes could only come to an abrupt end.

Xu Wan stood up and said the concluding remarks: "Okay, today's discussion is over here. Let's summarize it after class, carefully note down what General Zongda said about 'deformation without deterioration', and try to broaden our thinking after encountering problems in the future. Find a solution. Also, I just said modestly that the strategy is similar to what you think. Don't think that you are invincible. You can be confident, but you must not be arrogant, as arrogance will lead to defeat. Remember it?"

"Remember this!" the teenagers said in unison.

Baili Xi left after hearing the farewell. The private teachers were also busy discussing the subsequent teaching direction for several children. Jin Cheng and He Zheng went to the ancestral hall hand in hand to write self-criticisms. Shen Yibai and Wei Xinglu stayed to talk to Zong Wenxiu about the interesting stories of monkey training.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Xu Wan smiled and said to Zong Zhao, "Thank you for your hard work. Shall we go?"

"Okay." Zong Zhao stood up and followed her away.

On the way back to the courtyard, Xu Wan chatted with him: "I find that you are quite humble. You often say things that make others feel that they are very powerful and on par with you."

Zong Zhao replied: "Is there?"

"Yes," Xu Wan turned and said to him, "Last time you told me that Jin Cheng could become so good because of me and the prince. But I don't think so. It should also be because of your parents' blind trust in me, and if you hadn't rushed back in time, His Highness might have passed away. Of course, it can also be understood that we are lucky, I just happened to meet open-minded parents-in-law, and the prince just happened to catch up with you and come back?"

Zong Zhao smiled slightly and continued, "We are all very lucky."

Xu Wan tilted her head to observe him and found that his smile was becoming more and more obvious than before. Jin Cheng even asked her how she could tell that Zong Zhao was smiling. Wasn't it very obvious?

"You should smile more often, so that people won't feel distant from you," Xu Wan said as they walked. "Although, I always feel that your temper is very strange. One moment you feel very angry, and the next moment you feel very good."

Zong Zhao followed her and asked her, "Which one is better?"

Xu Wan thought for a moment and said, "Each has its merits. A bad temper can be very relieving to bad people, while a good temper can be very heartwarming to loved ones. The collision of two extreme personalities will only make people uncomfortable at first, but it will feel good once you get used to it. Oh, and the joke you just made about death advice to them, the way you spoke was very interesting."

Zong Zhao seemed to be thinking about something, as if he had figured out the secret of speaking.

The two of them walked into the house while talking. As soon as Xu Wan entered the room, she saw that the quilt on the couch had fallen to the ground. It was common for the quilt to fall on such a narrow couch, but today it seemed that no maid noticed it. Xu Wan subconsciously went over and picked up the quilt.

Zong Zhao went over to take the quilt from her hand, picked it up and said, "I'll ask someone to change it for a new one."

Xu Wan wanted to ask Cuizhi to come in and clean up, but when she heard him say that, she smiled and praised him, "Okay, hardworking general, do your own thing."

Xu Wan looked at him with smiling eyes, and Zong Zhao felt his heart soften. He nodded and said, "Yeah, I should." Then he left with the quilt in his arms.

Xu Wan looked at his back and couldn't help laughing out loud.

She whispered, "The general... is as obedient as a child. Oh no, Jin Cheng and the others were not so obedient at first."

Sure enough, once people made a comparison, they found that Zong Zhao was much easier to get along with than those playboys.

Xu Wan heaved a sigh of relief and decided to choose the next topic for the discussion. However, as soon as she sat down at the desk, she saw a painting spread out on the table.

In the dark courtyard, a cute and naughty woman held the lantern high up, and a little boy beside her tiptoed to reach it, with an anxious and excited look on his face. The lantern in the air emitted a light yellow light with fluorescent dots.

——It’s her and Jincheng.

"Who painted this?" Xu Wan looked at the lifelike mother and child in the painting, as well as the light colors added to the painting. The painting skills were crude but not distorted.

She looked up and looked around. In the huge bedroom, there was only a large bed and a soft couch. The desk in front of her was also filled with her and Zong Zhao's things, each occupying one corner. Apart from hers, the rest were Zong Zhao's paintings.

Xu Wan looked out the window. If she opened the window a little from this angle, she could see them playing with lanterns last night. Zong Zhao... actually saw it from inside the house last night.

She thought about it, what should he be like at that time?

The window was slightly open, revealing half of his face. The lines of his profile were very hard, but when he wanted to paint them, the expression on his face should have been soft, right?

While Xu Wan was thinking this, she had already ground the ink in her hands. She picked up the pen and painted a small window in the lower right corner of the painting. Because the distance was far, she added the half-open window and half of the profile to the painting stroke by stroke.